The Don’t Make Me Waltz.


June 25, 2013

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You can take her in a closet
You can dance her in the street;
You can fly her home to greet your mother
Show her off to everyone you meet

You can say that she outshines the others
Claim that none could ever take her place
Just don’t let

me see

her face.

You can work your magic on her
Make her think she’s born for you
You can call her, glory laud and honor
Every breath she takes as fresh and new

You can act like every other woman
Isn’t worth an ounce of love or grace….
Just don’t make

me see

her face.

.

[Bridge:]

Did you tell her that you didn’t ever
ask

to have a life?
Does she know that you said you would never
call

a woman “wife”?

.

You can say that she’s a stand-out
No one else could ever take her place
Just don’t let

me see

her face….

Don’t make

.

me see

.

her face.

.

[unbearably mournful fiddle break/slow dance]

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[repeat Bridge to END.]
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© Ruth Ann Scanzillo
6/25/13
all rights reserved, in whole and in part. Thank you.

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5 thoughts on “The Don’t Make Me Waltz.

      1. No, I didn’t watch the show. I’m not a fan of his, unfortunately and I don’t watch much TV. I’m sure that people volunteer for the show or he has some awesome producers working with him.

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        1. The characters are utterly perfect. It’s like classic Woody Allen, where you get pulled in and you feel the hot lamps and everything. Anyways, the whole hormone thing reminded me. Must pretend to sleep; water damage insurance adjuster in the a.m. Bedazzle, N!

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